It gets worse...

Yeah, that happy cup of anchoring triple shot grande latte ended up on my white linen top, my Nike ACG and on my marble floor. Save the jeans... And I was also scalded by the hot beverage, but that's beside the point. I am wearing my 12 ringgit coffee!

And I was late for my 10 o'clock. Life (and Murphy) only begins there.

Little horrible moment : "Oh, I sold my Pod long time ago, like last year! I asked if you wanted to have it, but you didn't say anything!"

Of course I didn't say anything, I couldn't afford hand-me-downs at RM700. March has been a bitch. I mean a peach, I got married. (From a scale of one to ten, ten high.... I won't rate it)

Little nice moment : "Oh, which reminds me. That guy hasn't paid me yet! I can get it back if you want it..."

Little horrible moment : "Let me check with the guy if he doesn't want it anymore"

Little cute mement : "Who was the person who made you sick on race day?"

Little must-this-happen moment : Shine, can I talk to you for a minute...

And the minutes lasts... for the entire day.